"We're too jolly careful of ourselves.

We don't get much fun.

Here's your poky little restaurant.
Let's see what it looks like inside." They entered, and a _maitre d'hotel_ came hurrying to meet them.

Burton, however, shook his head.
"This place is no good, Waddington," he decided.

"Only about half-a-dozen stodgy old people here, no music, and nothing to look at.
Let's go where there's some life.